"Luo Xiaoqi, you like the sky so much, why not just be a bird~~"
"No, I want to make a kite."
"Oh?"
"Because, I think the other end of the line will always be in his hand."
The freedom of a kite is to fly holding the string,
No matter how tight the thread was, she never thought about breaking free.
However,
When the line is received,
She can no longer fly...
Fallen kite,
Released by his own hands...